Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 974: Holy soldiers, magic gathering
The Demon Supreme stood on top of a dark magic cloud, overlooking the deep valley below.
In the valley, dozens of super-giant teleportation formations are shining with a faint light, and large groups of giant soldiers stand on the edge of the teleportation formation, resisting the crazy attacks of millions of demons.
These giant soldiers stood together tightly, shoulder to shoulder, moving in a neat and uniform manner, waving their spears in their hands as if they were a person.
The high-pitched gunfire sounded like a roar of a tiger, tearing the air, and blasting white air in circles. Amid the uniform, high-pitched gunshots inside, a large group of demon sergeants rushed to pieces.
The spear pierced the armor of these demon sergeants, ripped their bodies, and penetrated their bodies. Then the terrible air explosion sound from the gun head exploded, exploding their bodies into a cloud of blood, staining the ground with blood.
The demon generals with the gods realm gathered together, and the mana of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of demon sergeants poured into the body, driving the huge demon shadow to rush towards the giant army of soldiers.
The giant soldiers with the same number of over a million raised their heads uniformly, and their eyes flashed with scarlet light. The thin, red light of the thickness of mung beans *** hits these charges incomparably. The former demon generals.
Faced with the precise blows of millions of giant soldiers, the demon treasures of these demon army generals melted like frost under the scorching sun, their armor was broken through huge holes, and their hardened demon bodies were in red. It vaporizes instantly in the terrible high temperature caused by the radiance of light.
Every quarter of an hour, when the density of the demon sergeants in the valley increases to a certain threshold, the breastplates of these giant soldiers are moved left and right, revealing the dense launching nest inside, with large fingers thick and long. Duan's chaotic fire crossbow whizzed out.
The ensuing intensive explosion turned into a dense fire, and a large group of demon sergeants were blown to pieces in the fire.
The eight major conquest troops left behind in the valley, such as Yin Wujiu, are only the weakest third-rate legion, which is regarded as an auxiliary force in the regular army of the demon army, and contains a large number of logistic units, supplemented by various miscellaneous services. Lifu and so on.
The combat power of these third-rate legions is extremely limited. Faced with these giant soldiers who act neatly as one person, without emotion, indifferent, ignorant of fear, ignorance, and no mood swings, they seem to take the initiative one by one. The pork belly rushing towards the blade was easily cut to pieces.
Dozens of dish-shaped magical instruments are suspended above the heads of these giant soldiers.
The soldiers of the demon army who died in battle, their spirits and essence and blood were all absorbed by these dish-shaped magical instruments, only a little bit of extremely dim and extremely weak innate aura was indulged, and escaped into reincarnation.
The Demon Supreme overlooked the battle in the valley, and sneered coldly at the five avatars around him: "Look, see, this is the end of greed... A group of devil cubs who don't know the height of the sky, hehe, they are cut off. After the road is left, just wait for the whole army to be wiped out."
Shaking his head, Demon Supreme sighed softly, "Hey, among these demon cubs, there are still a few cubs that I like. I originally wanted to give them those daughters and granddaughters who couldn't get married? It's all right now. , No show."
The Hungry Ghost Dao clone licked the corners of its mouth greedily: "By the way, is the Martial Kingdom on the opposite side like us, but also from Demon Dao?"
Hungry Ghost Dao clone looked at the dish-shaped magical objects floating above the giant army formation, and muttered in a low voice: "These treasures, grandly collecting souls and blood on the battlefield... They are also ready to Are these as sacrifices?"
Mo Zhizun narrowed his eyes, looked at the battles on the battlefield for a while, and shook his head gently: "To send a message to the Eighth Conquest Envoy, it is said that the best group of cubs in their clan will be given away. It's gone...let the old ghosts of their house take action..."
"Hehe, the Eight Demon Lords have joined forces. I can find out what is happening on the opposite side."
Raising his head, Mo Zhizun glanced at the position of the sky where Wu Tie and Gongsun Sanyang were torn, and muttered: "But, what is the madness of that guy today? Hmm, tell my will, let the blood sea The three old ghosts of the Palace, Purdue Church, and the Ecstasy Tower took action to destroy the Fufeng God Dynasty."
"Want to bring trouble to the east? Oh, just think about destroying them first. Fufeng God Dynasty, it should have been destroyed long ago... Well, remember, all their clan daughters must have all their tails. ...All of them were sent to Miyagi cleanly."
"Three thousand years ago, I was besieged by twelve town kings from the Fufeng God Dynasty, and suffered one hundred and seventy-two swords. Do it, man, believe in what you say."
After a while, Mo Zhizun touched the **** dragon-shaped ring on his left middle finger, squinted his eyes and said softly: "In addition, secretly, take those old men in the underground caves of the imperial city. Guys, get it out..."
Mo Zhizun's body trembled slightly, and he laughed in a low voice: "As long as I can get the benefits, I don't care about his luck, foundation, or national destiny of the Supreme Demon Kingdom... Tsk, he has been suppressed for countless years. The dragon soul of the dragon, with the Nine Dragons Lost Monument, I don’t believe it, I can’t hold down the baby in the hands of the servant..."
"Hehe, the humane saint... If it can be demonized and refined...hehe." The demon supreme smiled very kindly: "These years, the old man has been embarrassed with me, my split innate Yuan Ling, it's time to merge into one."
In the almost shattered palm of the Buddha, Wu Tie looked at the glorious sword curtain that fell on his head, and couldn't help hissing in exclamation: "The artifact of merit, the holy soldier of the human race!"
There are countless cities and villages, countless people of Li people, men, women, old and young, scholars, farmers, and commerce in the golden sword curtain that is like the overwhelming Tianhe River. They multiply, live, live, and work in the endless mountains and rivers.
Facing the loess and back to the sky, the curved spine is full of sweaty old farmers.
A soldier with a red-faced and immature face, a straight waist and a heavy armour holding a weapon.
Student holding a scroll and chanting words in the pink and willow green.
A hunter with a dusty face and ragged clothes, running in the mountains and forests.
A fisherman with a rusty face and a smile on his face, singing fishermen's songs and shuttles on the lake.
Clothed beasts, with a righteous face, arguing loudly in the courtroom, even hitting the pillar with their heads, with blood on their faces.
There are the knights who are generous and tragic, there are the assassins who fight desperately, there are the beauties who are all over the country, and there are the celebrities who play drunken princes...
They are all human beings.
They formed the human race.
Their figures are projected in this golden sword curtain.
Brilliant, strong, mighty, never ending. When the sword curtain fell, it was as if the entire world fell with it.
Humanity, in this continent, is the projection of heaven and earth, the attention of heaven and earth, and the protagonist of this heaven and earth.
In this sword curtain, there is no aura of the power of heaven, earth and the universe, and there is no rhyme perfusion of the laws of heaven and earth, but when this sword curtain falls, the universe will move along with the three thousand avenues and 84,000 side doors. The strength was washed down with the mighty sword curtain.
Wu Tie is standing under this sword curtain, and is fighting against this world!
Gongsun Sanyang looked at Wu Tie with a heartache, with a twisted smile on her delicate face: "It is too difficult to push this treasure, so this seat can only trap you with the palm of the Buddha. To delay you, you can only delay your actions with words."
"However, what I said just now is mostly true."
"Wa Island, Reincarnation Valley, the human race's calculations against the sky, you can learn these shocking secrets before you die, you should die in despair."
Gongsun Sanyang laughed loudly. In the laughter, the golden light of merit that had been thicker behind him was drawn clean and disappeared without a trace.
The golden sword curtain was washed down, and the speed of the sword curtain was not fast, but Wu Tie couldn't move at all. The sword curtain was more than a dozen miles away from Wu Tie, and Wu Tie's skin had been cracked with countless square sword marks.
The breath of this sword is so upright, even the sword marks left on Wu Tie's body are all stable, square and right like a ruler.
Wu Tie laughed loudly: "How can a humane artifact of merit be able to kill someone with immense merit like me?"
The huge golden light of merit, which is like a big golden pancake, suddenly appeared behind Wu Tie, and the golden light and purple aura of the sky almost turned into substance. The vast golden wheel of merit and merit rose into the sky, toward the sword curtain. Welcomed up.
Gongsun Sanyang grinned and said, "The magical tool next to you may not be able to kill you... But this saint soldier, in that reincarnation, has been connected to the mind of this seat, and is infested by the six breaths. He is a humane saint soldier. , It is the demon soldier of this seat, killing you is a matter of course!"
With a loud bang, the sword curtain tore open the golden wheel of merit which had been condensed on Wutie's head, and it kept falling on top of Wutie's head in tiny bits and inches.
At the same time, the magma-like golden light and purple aura in the golden wheel of merit continues to invade this sword curtain, constantly permeating it. In the sword curtain, the jerky and stiff mountains, rivers, cities, villages and towns, scholars, farmers, industry, men and women, old and young, etc., are lit up just like this, a little bit, and become lively and flexible.
The pictures and shadows in these sword screens were originally golden, but they were covered with a dark shadow.
However, with the frenzied injection of Wutie's merits, these pictures and shadows quickly brightened, and an unprecedented dazzling golden light burst out.
Gongsun Sanyang's expression became extremely weird: "You, want to **** the saint soldiers from this seat? Cut, cut, cut for me..."
Gongsun Sanyang opened his mouth, and with the three beeps, he also vomited three mouthfuls of blood, spraying it on the sword curtain that was falling slowly.
"Wu Tie, no matter who you are, no matter what the purpose of your coming here is...I definitely can't let you leave here." Gongsun Sanyang screamed hysterically, and finally said what he felt in his heart. The truth: "This seat, absolutely can't let the mad women on Wa Island know that I am here and that the deity's reincarnation is here!"
"From the Valley of Reincarnation, this seat took away the holy soldiers of the human race. The plot of this seat has not been completed... This seat, absolutely cannot let the mad women of Wa Island know that this seat is here! "
"Damn Fufeng Goddess, **** Demon Supreme, damn...damn...you all deserve to die!"
Gongsun Sanyang screamed hysterically: "If it wasn't for this holy soldier to act too slowly, it shouldn't have been the six treasure wheels before, but should have killed you with a single sword!"
Wu Tie suddenly looked at Gongsun Sanyang: "It turns out that there are so many mysteries, are you trying to kill people? Hehe, are you afraid that Wadao will find you because of me? You are, stolen. The sage soldiers of the human race escaped here through the six reincarnations?"
With a loud noise, the small world of Baili transformed into the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of the hand was forcibly broken open by a huge force.
There is pitch black in all directions, dense like a real magic cloud rolling, nine huge, scarlet-eyed magic dragon heads are looming in the magic cloud, the heads of these nine dragons, each of which is ten thousand li in diameter, its body I don't know how long, hidden in the magic cloud, hovering and rolling, giving people an inexplicable sense of despair and oppression.
Between heaven and earth, there is a breath of hysterical madness, tyranny, uncertainty, and distortion.
This is the breath of the devil.
'Huha' came a roar. In the dense magic cloud, 33,333 people were one foot and eight feet tall, wearing heavy black armor, eyes and the demon. The dragon-like demon head spitting out blood showed its stature.
These demon heads are holding long banners with a height of more than ten feet, and lightly shake them, and on each of them, countless distorted, hideous white faces emerge.
Gongsun Sanyang shivered with fright: "Asshole...what do you want to do?"
Mo Zhizun and his five avatars emerged one after another in the magic cloud. The Mo Zhizun looked at the sword curtain slowly falling from the sky, and said leisurely: "Oh, I said, why did I treat you alone? Dao clone has never had any power to control... Feelings, did you hide this baby privately?"
'Chuck' laughed, and the Demon Supreme said leisurely: "In this way, I can't figure out whether you are the deity or me."
"Well, otherwise, let's make it clear today?"
Gongsun Sanyang looked up at the golden sword curtain.
The magnificent sword curtain and Wu Tie's merit golden wheel are deadlocked together, and the power of immeasurable merit is madly injected into the sword curtain.
With the continuous injection of the power of merit, the speed of the sword curtain's decline is getting slower and slower.
Even with the injection of three mouthfuls of blood from Gongsun Sanyang, the sword curtain has only become more magnificent, but the rate of decline has not increased at all.
The sword curtain is more than ten feet away from the top of Wu Tie's head.
But looking at the speed of this decline right now~IndoMTL.com~Without a quarter of an hour, the sword curtain would never fall on Wutie’s head.
In the sound of'chi chi chi', the invisible sword intent ran across Wu Tie's body, leaving square sword marks on his body, cutting off square flesh and blood.
Wu Tie panted with big mouths, the power of the huge essence and blood rolled, the sword marks healed rapidly, and then new sword marks continued to appear.
Looking at the distorted Gongsun Sanyang, Wu Tie couldn't help but laughed: "Unexpectedly, this time I came to Fufeng Shenchao, I could actually see such a good show. Two people, you can share one understanding. , I am also very curious what is going on with you guys."
With a low roar, the black sword in Wu Tie's hand was full of light, and the monstrous killing intent turned into a black sword curtain soaring into the sky, forcibly withstanding the slowly descending golden sword curtain.
The black and gold sword curtain suddenly stood in the air, the golden sword curtain must not drop, nor the black sword curtain could rise at all.
Gongsun Sanyang's face was pale as paper for a while.